Forge Netting 10: Watch The Watch

Morning came as a series of debilitating migraines detonating behind his eyes. He felt somewhat delicate and that was putting it mildly, but he felt like he was getting better. Getting better involved stripping away the layers of varnishing blankness. Faces swam before him, incidents collected themselves from the fragments they had become.

He watched his watch seem to come untethered and float free of time and then it appeared to calm down. He was in quarantine at the moment becaause the rebalancing pushed diseuilibrium out into the local environment to a degree that others would become disorientated and feel sick.

He hadn’t wanted this – this remembering – but he figured he hadn’t really wanted the chaos that his forgetfulness had become either. The world without memory was no kind of place to live in – confusion and anger reigned and each day brought its own surprises because no one or their actions were really chained to cause and effect; instead they operated by chance and whim.

Bright shiny futures did not arrive out of dusty disjointed presents. He still wasn’t quite sure why he was seen as such a pivotal figure in the whole change, but he supposed he would find out soon enough.

‘How goes it, Typhoid Mary?’ And there was his answer.

‘You think I am the source point of the disease?’

‘The vectors of the disease’s passage were traced back and it appears that some kind of initial resistance by your body cause a mutation that made the infection easily transmissable.’

‘Colin, the guy that was trackin me, is he here?’

‘Yes, he has been working amends for the longest time trying to fix the damage he did when he worked for LEthe. He lost you for a long time and only recently found you – he isn’t doing well; he has been exposed to the temporal distortion fields all the victims of this process put out, and we are trying to establish whether he himself is now beyond help.’

‘What about the guys that started all this? Made the process possible?’

‘Well, most of them have been tracked down and have been persuaded to help. They weren’t really criminals in the traditonal sense – they were making something available that there was a lot of demand for, and as soon as most of them realised something had gone wrong they switched their research to handle the problems.’

‘You’re absolving them of blame.’

‘No. They are helping – in the same way that Colin was. His expertise was in tracking the cusomters down and theirs in research – speaking of which, there are going to be some extensive series of tests carried out on you to see how this thing works.’

‘Fine, I suppose. That makes sense.’

He was left alone again – a reprieve he supposed, before they started poking and prodding him.

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